Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.